Elden Ring Blindfolded Novels & Stories

Then she leaned down and slowly released the cuffs, massaging his wrists with her thumbs. “You were perfect,” she whispered, kissing each marked wrist. Jaston pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, their bodies entwined, still throbbing. They stayed like that for minutes, breathing together. But Hellen wasn’t finished. She pulled away slowly, took a black satin blindfold from the same drawer. She showed it to him. “Now it’s your turn not to see.” Jaston nodded, heart racing again. Hellen tied the blindfold behind his head carefully, as if preparing a ritual. Darkness fell over him, intensifying every other sense—the smell of her, the heat of her skin, the sound of her b

Elira counters with precise, cutting magic that flashes like glass in torchlight. I take down another guard and glance back just in time to see Lina drive Elira to her knees. Shadow coils around Elira’s throat, forcing her down. “End it,” my lycan growls eagerly. Lina slams her into the stone floor. The room stills for a fraction of a second. Lina reaches down, gripping Elira’s chin. “Where are the others?” she demands. Elira smiles. And then— She pulls a ring from her finger.

“I can’t go back on my word.” “Maybe you should speak with him about it. I sighed, not wanting to talk about it anymore. Picking up on my mood change, Rebecca changed the subject and the rest of the evening flowed nicely. When Elliot returned to the palace after being away all day, he handed me a red blindfold. “Put this on,” he instructed. I raised my brows at his request. “What for?” “I have a surprise for you,” he told me. Hesitantly, I put the blindfold on.

I stared hard at Dorian, demanding a real answer. Dorian lowered the hand he’d used to lock the spell. The darkness in his eyes slowly receded, leaving behind a look of utter exhaustion. “He’s safe, Lulu. I handed him over to a blind man I ran into in the corridor.” “A blind man?” There was only one person with that description who held such a crucial role in our territory. Esthenel, the pack’s Seer. Without wasting a second, I opened a specific mind-link, projecting my consciousness deep into the divination pavilion.

King stood on the edge of the magic circle and tugged on the chain leash. Doll came forward, oddly dressed in the little suit he wore the first time they met and with the same turquoise-colored hair as well. He was blindfolded and the blindfold appeared to be bloodstained. "Hades, Innehavre, is that you? I'd know that voice anywhere."

Her face was red, almost incandescent, and her eyes burned with an inner fire. The driver, understanding without a word, gently pulled the curtain separating him from his boss, refusing to hear what was about to happen. Chantelle continued her movements, trying to calm the fire consuming her body. Her breath became short, irregular. The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a black blindfold, and gently placed it over Chantelle's face. He removed his mask. Collen's gaze was troubled seeing the state Chantelle was in, then he slowly approached, his lips meeting Chantelle's with infinite tenderness.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Silk. He tied her wrists together behind her back. "Can you move?" he asked. She tugged. "No." "Good." He stood. She heard him move away. Then the light clicked on. Vienna blinked. The room was bright now. She saw Ezra standing in front of her, a length of black silk in his hands. He knelt again. This time, he wrapped the silk around her eyes. A blindfold. "Now you cannot see," he said. "You cannot move. You can only feel."

“What’s that?” He dipped his hand into his pockets and took out a black blind fold. “I’ll tie this first.” “Dom… what have you planned out?” She asked, smiling as she turned around for him to tie the blind fold. “All you’ve got to do is stand pretty and wait,” he said. “Okay,” she nodded. Domingo knelt on one knee. In his hands was the box containing the black diamond ring. “You can untie the blind fold,” he said softly.

I took his wrist and brought it to my lips to press a kiss, before securing the first cuff, then moved to the headboard, threading the chain through and cuffing his other wrist after kissing that one too. Now, he was half-lying on his forearms, ass lifted for me, legs apart. When I circled the bed, I pulled the silk blindfold from my pocket and slid it over his eyes. “What is this?” A rhetorical question, but I still answered, “A blindfold.” “But—” “I told you how this was going to happen.” “Fine.” He said in a grouchy tone.